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Harry was eating breakfast with his lover when his lover’s son stumbled into the dining room. He hid his glee at the son’s reaction to his presence behind the cup of tea he was sipping.
“POTTER?” Draco Malfoy shrieked.
“Inside voices please,” Lucius Malfoy, Harry’s lover, sighed and closed his newspaper. “We do not shriek in the dining room.”
“Good morning,” Harry greeted him like the little shit he was. “I hope you slept well.”
“What are you doing here?” Draco demanded to know as he sat across from his father and his ex-school-rival.
“Did you not tell him?” Harry turned to Lucius with a raised eyebrow. By this point Harry thought that the entire wizarding world knew about their relationship.
There had been complete outrage in the beginning, the Daily Prophet had as usual not been on Harry’s side and had questioned if Harry was gold digging ‘Perhaps there isn’t as much left in the Potter vaults as we thought’ was one of the major lines they had published. Safe to say, Lucius’ Lawyer had a field day suing their asses for that article and all the previous slander and libel they had committed against Harry. What had helped calm the public down was Harry and Lucius’ interview with everyone’s favourite reporter, the blackmail he had against Skeeter and the juiciness of the story kept her quick quill in control.
“He’s been in Brazil, if you remember.” Lucius reminded him gently. “He only returned late last night, I felt him arrive through the wards.”
“Ah.” That explained why he didn’t know, it was rather hard to send owls internationally and Harry had kept Lucius too busy to floo call.
“Tell me what?” Draco’s attention darted between the both of them before he paled. “Oh, no. Please don’t tell me that Potter is your new lover?”
“Yes I am.” Harry happily broke the news to him. “We’ve been dating for a while now.” He helped himself to a strawberry and hummed at the delicious taste. He loved strawberries. He glanced at his lover and saw the intense look on his face at the sight of him sucking the juice that the strawberry left off his fingers. “Ah, remind me that we’ll need to make sure to use silencing charms now that he’s back home.”
Draco made a strangled sound.
“Yes, dear.”
“Oh and Luna told me over tea yesterday that she would be more than happy to act as our surrogate if we wanted to have a child.”
“You do need an heir.” Lucius hummed thoughtfully.
“A child?” Draco squeaked. They both ignored him.
“We would need to get married first so they wouldn’t be a bastard and you could blood adopt them after they were born.” Harry pointed out.
“Married?” Draco fainted. He slid off the dining room chair and landed on the floor with a quiet thud.
“That was cruel, darling.” Lucius scolded him but his eyes showed that he was amused by the whole thing.
“But, dear. I was being truthful.” Harry leant closer to his lover until his lips grazed his ear. “I want to have a baby.”
Harry squeaked as he was suddenly hoisted out of his chair and thrown over his lover’s shoulder. He cackled as he was carried out of the dining room to their bedroom, it would seem that his lover really enjoyed the idea of them having a baby.
Meanwhile Draco woke up on the hard floor of the dining room. He sat up dazed and hoped that seeing Potter having breakfast with his father was just a bad dream...only to turn green as he heard the rather loud moaning from the direction of his father’s rooms. He wondered how quickly he could get a portkey back to Brazil.